I have never loved a man, the way that I loved you. Yet now I doubt it all, the chemistry, the laughter, the closeness, the intimacy, the care we took of each other, all of the times that were precious to me, the kiss on the bridge, dancing with you in my living room, the ferry rides, watching movies together, going for walks, just laying together and talking, holding each other, and so much more.
Now I doubt it all. Was that not love?
How could it be, for you to walk away so easily. How could it be love if only one wants to stay together. How could it be love, if only one believes that everything we had together was unique, so special, and so incredible. How could it be love, if only one woke each day, with a feeling of joy, excitement, anticipation, and incredible luck, to have found the other.
How could it be love, if only one soul feels that they have met their mate.
How could it be love?
It must have been a fantasy, a fragment of my imagination. It must not have been as I thought. If it was, if it was this incredible love, that so few are lucky enough to find, how could you leave?
It must not have been. It must not have been love.
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DrMonica (
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WELCOME MONICA ~ and thanks for a very poignant first poem. It had great flow and as I read it I felt the pain and bewilderment in your words and in your heart. True love is never one sided and your opening line "I have never loved a Man ~ the way I loved you" says it all. Don't doubt the veracity of your love ! That was love ! BUT it was not reciprocated and it made you (even) doubt the integrity of your love. I can empathise (I'm 33) because I have experienced the same. I too gave my all and was delusioned into thinking that her responses were motivated by her "love" at the same level ~ but ~ after she left the illusion faded and I realised her love was (in some way) false ! Mine however was always TRUE ! The end of your so so sad poem tells me that your "Incredible Love" was always "True Love" and his love turned out to be a sham. Real Men do cry and I wept as I felt the pain of your "unrequited love" at the end of your poem. Thanks for caring and sharing BRIAN
Thank you Brian. I've never written a poem; tonight these words were in my head, and I felt that I needed to get them out.
I'm sorry to hear that you have suffered a similar heartbreak, and I appreciate you sharing your story with me.
Thanks MONICA ~ I trust you found transferring your pain from your head to paper was very cathartic ~ that is how poetry works. Your poem tells me you are capable of giving "True Love" I trust you have now found someone worthy of it. Every Blessing ~ BRIAN
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